Page 49 of Just Past Two

“How do you feel about me, Abby?”

He approached slowly, rounding the end of the table. Now that she was staring into his eyes again, she couldn’t look away, and all the words had dried up in her throat.

“Are you attracted to me?” he asked.

Stephan walked right up to her and she backed up, bumping the edge of the work table. They were close enough to touch. She nodded.

“What did Sam say?”

Abby swallowed. “You already know what Sam said.”

Stephan licked his lips. He reached up and traced a fingertip along her jawline, the light touch making her shiver. “And what do you say?”

This was the moment where she could say no, or stop, and he would walk away from her. Everything was different from Sam: his scent, his height, his touch, even the very energy between them, but those differences triggered an excitement building up inside her like a tangible itch beneath her skin. She tipped her head back and parted her lips, watching the way Stephan’s mouth mirrored hers, and then she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss her.

The heat of his mouth on hers contrasted sharply with the cold of her skin, chilled from her time outside. Abby closed her eyes, reveling in this sensation. Touch. His lips were soft, gentle, not insistent and firm or persuasive. Instead, he led the kiss like a dance: his lips teased hers open, and then his tongue brushed her lower lip, delicate, playful, inspiring her to kiss back in the same way. His biceps flexed beneath her hands. Under her touch, he felt solid, not strong in the same way as Sam, but present and real and kissing her like a man who had all the time in the world.

When he stepped back, it took Abby a moment to open her eyes and return to this place, this time. Stephan was still so close, kissing distance, and now that she had taken that first step, she wanted more.

Stephan leaned in again, but instead of kissing her, he closed his teeth on her earlobe and gave her a gentle nip. Her body quaked from head to toe at the contact. “I want you to call Sam,” he murmured.

“What?” Her voice came out as a whisper.

“I want you to call him and ask him if he wants to listen.”

Fuck. Abby made a strangled noise, and she got wet just at the thought. She fumbled the phone, trying to press the right contact while Stephan’s hands inched her T-shirt up over her hips and skimmed around to the front of her jeans, already fiddling with the button. It was so damn hard to breathe in here.

“Abby?” Sam’s voice sounded concerned. He had, after all, just talked to her, and he could probably hear how heavily she was breathing.

“Hi. Oh,” she gasped, because Stephan took that moment to reach beneath her shirt and cup her breasts, his touch electric. For a second, she couldn’t remember why she called, and then it all came flooding back. “Do you…want to listen?”

He swore harshly, his voice suddenly raw. “God, yes.” He sounded like he was shifting position. Maybe he was touching himself already, or at least freeing his cock from his pants, and that thought turned her on even more, especially in conjunction with the way Stephan casually began rolling her nipples between his fingers through her bra.

Stephan patted the table behind her. He was already tugging her jeans down her thighs along with her underwear, and she climbed up onto the edge of the table with her feet dangling. Stephan finished pulling off her bottom layers, taking her shoes with them, and suddenly she was naked from the waist down. He pushed her legs to the side and got down on his knees in front of her. Looking up, he gave her another devilish smile. “Tell him what I’m doing to you.” Then he slowly leaned in and dragged his tongue up against her clit.

Abby moaned loudly, brokenly, a sizzle of touch sparking outward from that tiny point of contact.

“Tell him,” Stephan repeated, and did it again.

“He’s licking my clit.” It came out like a sob, and she couldn’t sit up anymore, had to lie back on one elbow on the table and clutch the phone to her ear with the hand that wasn’t currently pressed palm-down like a lifeline.

In her ear, Sam cursed again, and she barely heard the telltale sounds of his hand moving over his cock, the slick sounds of flesh. Between her legs, Stephan continued to lick and suck her clit, taking his time, his teeth even brushing the tender bud every so often and making her hips buck up. It was nearly too arousing, too intense, her nerve endings firing rapidly.

“He’s…sliding a finger in me. No. Two fingers.” It was too much of a stretch for one. She was so wet, and the noises embarrassed and aroused her at the same time.

“You’re so wet. I love how wet you are.” Stephan’s voice sounded distant, muffled from his position still between her legs. “And you taste so sweet. I’ve been dying to get my mouth on you. I could eat your pussy all night.”

“Holy shit,” she swore.

Sam was in her ear, just like he was there beside her. “Does it feel good? Do you like having another man go down on you?”

“Yes, my God.” She let her head drop back, because keeping it upright was too much effort. Her orgasm was already building, starting down in her toes.

“Are you gonna come like this?” Sam sounded like he could come right now, too, his voice deep and rough.

“Yes, yes, he’s gonna make me come.” She sounded like she was crying, but this was taking all of her concentration just to talk, and the curl of Stephan’s fingers up against her G-spot had her moaning brokenly once more.

“Let me hear you.”